Press me against you
Like flowers in a book

"I'm not a poet. I don't feel like one.
I like writting. That's all."

Warmth doesn't lie there
It is the fire in his eyes that comforts
The core even in a world so broken

His piercing glare
Might turn away the lost traveler
But if you look long enough
He does kind of give a ****

She is not afraid of looking
She didn't see past the cold shell

Miscommunication is a bigger
Cause for broken friendships
Than malice

The simplest words
Make the best explanations
And the toughest paths
Lead to surreal destinations

While good things comes when you wait
Life rewards the greats
Seizing the fire, defying logic
It is a numbers game, you helped me hear the music